Latching On

My ex continues to nurse from me and I allow him to do it because, frankly, I enjoy the money he adds to my child support & alimony when I willingly open my blouse to him. A new job takes him out of town quite a bit now and I've became resigned to using my breast pump

New neighbors--a young couple with an infant--moved in next door. Over coffee, the lovely young mom--I'll call her Annie--mentioned to me that nursing her newborn son was not going too well. We both gazed at him sleeping so sweetly in his stroller. It sounded to me like her son was not latching on properly & was therefore not getting the nutrition he needed. I lifted my blouse & unflapped one side of my nursing bra to show her how much of the nipple should be in the child's mouth. Good latching on means the nipple should near the back of a baby's throat. As I instructed her using my own breast as a teaching tool, her eyes suddenly grew wide. I thought I frightened her & reached out to give her a reassuring hug. As I did, she suddenly cupped my very large bare breast with both of her hands & began very tentatively licking the milk drops with the tip of her tongue. I gently pulled Annie's head closer to my breast. Annie took a bit more of my nipple in her mouth & began softly suckling. I urged her to fully latch on & fill her mouth with as much of my breast as she could. "That's it, Annie," I whispered. "Take it all." Almost immediately, she closed her eyes & began to suck greedily. She completely emptied my breast and then turned to check on her still sleeping son. Still not having looked at me, Annie took me by my hand & led me to the sofa. Without a word, she nestled her head in my lap. Annie pushed my blouse up & unhooked the closed flap on my now-soaked nursing bra. I cradled her to me & guided my nipple into her sweet pink lips. Again, she cupped my breast tightly with both hands, sighed, and again began drinking deeply. This time, she gazed into my eyes as she contentedly nursed. I am not even sure how much time passed, but her baby began to stir. She quickly gathered her things and pushed the stroller out the front door. I weakly followed her to the front door & watched her leave. When Annie got to the sidewalk, she turned to look at me, waved, and, smiling brightly, said, "I'll see you tomorrow!"

Several times a week, Annie comes over for coffee. We often don't even say much to each other. We don't need to. As we lovingly intertwine under the quilts in my big bed, Annie sucks happily from my swollen breasts as she simultaneously nurses her beautiful son. For an hour or so on those days, not much else matters.